Lol - that literally sounds like something out of the dark ages! Guess it turned you into the big daftee you are now
It was, erm, slightly different for me... I went to a prep school, for my primary education, which was six miles from our home, so my dad drove me there and collected me later in his nice warm car, whilst wearing long trousers (for the winter), or shorts in the good weather. It was a great school, very small (a converted big house) with small classrooms, and the opportunity for one-to-one teaching. I was doing algebra and learning French in Primary Six.
The secondary school I attended was eight miles from home, so I took the school bus there and back, and we pretty much wore what we wanted, as long as it consisted of a white shirt (with school tie), grey or navy jumper and black trousers. It was a strict Catholic school, so many of the teachers were nuns. Amongst other things there, I learned Latin.
During 5th and 6th year, I wore my leather biker's jacket (with a Gong logo on the back) and my 18-hole Docs (with varying colours of laces), and arrived in school on my motor bike, which the girlies loved....
Great days!
Marco.
Originally Posted by walpurgis
Same here. I walked the mile or so each way and remember in the winter, wading through thigh deep snow in my wellies and shorts (weren't allowed long trousers) and having stinging red thighs once I got where I was going.
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